[Here is my first Hannibal TV series story. It is a love triangle between you Will and Hannibal. I am obsessed with this fandom and will have it done in my eyes. I hope you enjoy my sexy readers!]
-Character List;
.(Name) Graham: Retired Gifted FBI Agent
.Jack Crawford: FBI Agent
.Will Graham: Teacher and Empath
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-/-(Chapter One: Aperitif Part 1)-/-
(Your POV)
_Virginia_
I am going to speak with my brother after his class. I am happy that he has been doing better as of late. We both have. Ever since I left the FBI, I have been doing better. I love my brother greatly. But with our skill sets we both have to stay away from that stuff to remain stable. Him being a pure empath and my sensory abilities. Being able to see what a killer is through them. And seeing why the did after the fact.
I walk into his classroom. Seeing that he is talking to a FBI agent. Agent Crawford. I have met him before and he is a good friend. Or at least was a good friend. We have not spoke since I retired.
"Hello, Jack." I greet him.
"Oh, perfect timing (Name)." He says smiling at me.
"Perfect timing for what?" I ask him.
"Well, I need you and your brother." He tells me.
"Need us for what exactly?" I ask.
-Time Skip, brought to you by: Agent Crawford fixing Will's Glasses-
"Eight girls abducted from eight different Minnesota campuses." Jack tells us. "All in the last eight months."
"I thought there were seven." Will says.
"There were." Jack agrees.
"When did you tag the eighth?" Will asks.
"About three minutes before I went looking for you two." He tells us.
"Your calling them abductions. So I assume you do not have any bodies." I say, looking at him as we walk. Meaning it as a statement and not a question.
"No bodies, no parts of bodies, nothing that comes out of bodies. Nothing." Jack informs us.
"Then those girls weren't taken from where you think they were taken." Will tells him.
"Then where were they taken from?" Back asks.
"I don't know." Will answers. "Someplace else."
"All of them abducted on a Friday. So they wouldn't have to be reported missing until monday." Jack says.
"At least, Monday." I half agree.
"Yes, either way he needs the weekend to cover his tracks." He tells us.
We enter the room they are using to track the killer. All the information they have gathered on a bulletin board. Will takes a picture of the girl off the board.
"Number eight." Will says.
"Elise Nichols." Jack tells us. "At Cloud State on the Mississippi. Disappeared on Friday. Was supposed to house sit for her parents over the weekend, feed the cat. Never made it home."
"The first seven are dead. At least most likely." I say looking at the board. "He is not keeping them. He is always getting him a new one. After each cooling off period."
"So we focus on Elise Nichols." Jack states.
"They're all very, Mall of America." Will says sticking the picture back up.
"Same hair color, eye color. About the same age, height weight." Jack says. "So what is it about all these girls?"
"It is not about all these girls. It is just about one girl." I say staring at them.
"He is like Willy Wonka. Every girl he takes is a candy bar. Hidden amongst all those candy bars is the one true intended victim. Which if we follow through on our metaphor, is your golden ticket." Will explained.
"So is warming up to taken her or reliving what he did to her?" Jack says.
"She would not be his first or her last. He would hide how special she was." Will tells him. "I mean, I would wouldn't you?"
"Or he is waiting to take her. She may be close to him." I state while turning to leave with my brother.
"I want you two to get close to this."
My brother denies saying that they have others. I tell him, that I work better with bodies and killers not crime scenes and families.
"You two make jumps that can't be explained." He tells us.
"No, no." Will stops him. "The evidence explains."
"Then help me find some evidence." Jack tells him.
"That may require me to be sociable." Will says. "I will only help if (Name) agrees."
"Will!" I say.
"(Name), we need both of you." Jack tells me.
"What can I do. All I can do is sensory. Which is not something explained by evidence!" I snap.
"I heard you expanded your... sensors." He said to me.
"Yes." I confirm.
"You can detect lies if you focus. You can help find the truth."
-Time Skip, brought to you by: Will having to be sociable-
_Minnesota_
I am now with my brother and Jack in the parent's house of the eighth victims. Will is looking at the pictures. While I am listening to my sensors. Drowning out everything else. Even their words. To see where they stand. While Jack talks to them.
They are feeling dread. And sense that there daughter could have just left. Not be one of the missing girls. More her father than the mother. Will then talks. Something about the cat.
Jack leaves the room with Will and I follow.
"He took her from here." Will says.
We go up to her room after Jack calls in his team and a photographer.
Will goes up. I stay downstairs.
-Super small Time Skip, brought to you by: my love for cats-
The body was found up in her room. Will and I are going to do our thing. Mine being sensing and his imagination of how she was killed. I went first.
I took off my blogs and touched her hair ever so lightly. Sensing what she felt. The fear and the pain. She was not killed long it was quick and painless. But after she was killed she was carved into. Her body was interrupted. But put back together. Like something was wrong with her. Something that made her not worthy to be like the others.
After I was done I went back downstairs. Will went up with Jack to do his thing.
I tell Jack what I sensed and he nodded it was not a lot but it gave us a place to start. We at least know he does not want to hurt them. No that he loves each of these girls in his own way.
-/-(Chapter One: Aperitif Part 1)-/-
[Well here it is. Trust me it gets better. I just needed to introduce you into the plot of the tv series first. Next chapter defiantly has Hannibal and both his and Will's POV. Anyways stay sexy!]
